As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
William ShakespeareRead
Eternity was in our lips and eyes,_x000D_ _x000D_ Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor_x000D_ _x000D_ But was a race of heaven.
Interpretation
The quote expresses the idea that love brings a sense of eternity and bliss to our lives.
In this excerpt from Shakespeare, love is depicted as a profound and transcendent experience. The imagery suggests that within the brief moments shared between lovers, there exists a timeless quality that elevates their existence, making even their smallest actions feel divine and connected to a heavenly essence. It speaks to the transformative power of love, which imbues ordinary life with extraordinary significance.
In practice
During a wedding toast, one can refer to this quote to highlight the eternal nature of love.
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.
Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.
Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!
Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
Love is not an equation, it is not a contract, and it is not a happy ending. Love is the slate under the chalk, the ground that buildings rise, and the oxygen in the air. It is the place you come back to, no matter where your headed
You lay, a small knuckle on my white bed; lay, that fist like a snail, small and strong at my breast. Your lips are animals; you are fed with love. At first, hunger is not wrong.
Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
A conditional love is nothing but an infatuation, sexuality. Unconditional is the only way love can be. Wherever a condition comes in, love disappears. It cannot live in bondage, and a condition gives it an imprisonment. Love can only live like the vast sky. Love knows no boundaries.
Being gay is like glitter, it never goes away.
Iβve learned that you canβt predict [love] or plan for it. For someone like me who is obsessed with organization and planning, I love the idea that love is the one exception to that. Love is the one wild card.
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